Race to the Antichrist (A MCYT Angels AU)

Chapter 6: Good? Pshhh, Of Course He Is

Wilbur had luckily passed himself off as a laborer for home improvement and was painting the front of Tubbo's new house green.

He had heard from Techno that Tubbo had befriended a nice, boy the same age as him the day before. Wilbur was unfortunately absent because of a long meeting in the upstairs.

Honestly, the meetings were just flamboyant pricks showing off the good deeds they pulled off.

Wilbur paused as the thought came through his head. Must be demon magic that Techno put on him, he was all for angels... even the idiotic ones—

The little angel (Tubbo) had gone out for the day with the neighbor's boy Techno mentioned. Off adventuring or something.

Things were going swimmingly until Wilbur heard a whistle. He turned around and saw a rather short-haired woman trying to catch his attention.

The woman was tan and wore a deep v-neck and bell-bottoms. There was something familiar with her but Wilbur couldn't place it.

"Hey, Dipshit! What are you doing?"

Wilbur knew who the woman, or rather nonconforming angel that preferred he/him pronouns, was as soon as he heard those words.

Wilbur looked back and forth, watching out for any eagle-eyed viewers, before magic-ing both of them inside of Tubbo's house. They were at the kitchen. Luckily Tubbo's parents were away at their new work.

"Did George send you? Is your boy confirmed as the antichrist?" Wilbur fires out immediately.

George was the current, acting head of the angels. He was the one who employed the both of them to be antichrist watchers in the first place.

Skeppy shrugged, "No one sent me. Heard that your boy moved here and I knew you'd be here too."

Wilbur looked at him curiously, "How'd you know I was here?"

Skeppy stopped and thought if he wanted to reveal that Bad, his 'sworn enemy', had told him about the other antichrist moving in right next to them after going for a bowl of ice cream, but he decided against it.

"Well Tommy started hanging out with a little kid with the same name as your kid so..." Skeppy lied smoothly.

Wilbur looked wide-eyes, "Wait— my baby boy's friends with the antichrist! The little gremlin must've tricked him!"

Skeppy raised an eyebrow, "Either one could be the antichrist."

"No, no, no— no way little Tubbo's the antichrist, he's too pure to do any harm."

"Then why didn't you tell Heaven?"

"Well if he is, we know he wouldn't do anything with his power."

Skeppy sat down on a stool near the island of the kitchen. "My kid's the absolute devil, won't go a second without trouble." He gave a light-hearted chuckle.

"Why didn't you tell Heaven?" Wilbur repeated the question at him.

Skeppy thought long and hard about it.

"Cuz deep down in him there's good." Skeppy took his flask out into his off hand. He was preparing if the conversation would go downhill as they often would.

Wilbur respected the answer. Before the previous sentence shouted back at him.

"Mercy me, the gremlin's going to kill him!"